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i’m walking the streets with half-closed eyes
so i can see the emaciated masks of my friends of misery but the people are all strangers and i no longer dare look anyone in the face vampire – butterflies are haunting the nights grotesque buffoons are teaching by force how to breathe the air full of ghosts i’m passing from one limbo to another followed only by the echo of my footsteps thus creating the illusion of movement crushed by my self-importance i’m the god of indifference hiding in an overcrowded necropolis empty of thirst desire dreams pleasure sorrow how can i fill this jagged vessel of myself?
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